Impossible...impossible. If the second brother died early, the eldest brother would still push him around the world to find someone to treat him?
There is draft around the thatched house, and it is already late at night.
The wind blows in, and the candle flames on the table dance, and the dancing flames are reflected on the big jar, which looks a bit weird.
This is what I came here for, so I naturally want to ask questions.
I looked at the big jar and asked, "Can you explain it a little more clearly? What happened to the dead? Are they in a vegetative state that cannot move?"
"Here, can you come out of the jar and talk and let me take a look at you."
Next, a reply came from the jar: "You...you want to see me?"
I nodded and said, because I was curious.
"Hey Hey....."
Intermittent laughter suddenly came from the big jar, and then a yellow snake crawled out from the mouth of the jar, hissing and spitting.
Two, three, five...
With laughter, many snakes crawled out of the jar and fell to the ground one by one, slippery.
I was so frightened that I took two steps back and stammered: "You...you don't have to come out! Just stay in the jar."
At this moment, the old lady suddenly grabbed me and said with a smile: "My daughter is rarely seen by others. Didn't you say you want to see her? Then see, my daughter likes you very much."
I watched with horror as more and more snakes fell out of the jar.
The next second.
A girl with her hair in a bun stretched out her head little by little.
She curled up and slowly stood up, then held her hand on the edge of the jar, walked out, and stood in front of me.
"Don't you want to see me?"
My stomach was churning.
It was because of the smell, it was so stinky, there was a very strong smell on her body, it seemed to be the smell of urine.
This woman is a head and a half shorter than me. She is very thin, unhealthy, like someone suffering from anorexia.
She was wearing a blue cloth, her skin was pale, her eyes were protruding, and her face was covered with black pockmarks, which were densely covered.
I've seen pockmarks on her face, but never one this severe. It was also pockmarked around her chin and ears, as if someone had grabbed a handful of black sesame seeds and sprinkled them on her face.
She casually picked up a snake, circled it a few times, coiled it around her wrist and said, "Sure enough, men always look like this when they see me."
I now understand what Lao Zhao said. At that time, I asked him what a real snake girl looked like, and he said you will know by looking at it yourself.
It turned out to look like this.
It is indeed very ugly. People with trypophobia cannot look at this face, otherwise they will have dreams.
"Did you prepare this pill?" she asked.
I didn't dare to look at her face, so I shook my head and said, "I didn't prepare it. As I said just now, I picked it up. What kind of medicine is this?"
She came closer, and suddenly the smell of urine made me dizzy.
She said: "I'm not sure about anything else, but this pill contains refined realgar and dried and powdered snake grass, which are specially used to deal with snakes."
I know about realgar, but I don’t know what realgar and snakeweed are, and I’ve never heard of them.
I took a deep breath and asked her: "Girl, I really don't know this. If you don't like it, just throw it away."
"Just now you said that the man in the wheelchair is a dead man, can you make it clear? That's what I came here for. It's very important to me."
"A dead person is a dead person. If you push a dead person around, you won't be able to cure him even if you search all over the world. I understand what I said very clearly."
After saying that, she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. There was no long tongue or forked tongue as rumored by the outside world.
There were many live snakes squirming back and forth on the ground. I didn’t want to stay here anymore, so I told her I wouldn’t disturb them.
"etc."
She suddenly stopped me and asked: "Have you seen any kind of snake recently? It may be a very special snake."
"Recently..."
"I've seen a blind snake, does that count?" I recalled.
"Hook the blind snake..."
"No, it's not a blind snake," the snake girl sniffed, squinting her eyes and said, "It's something else, maybe a dead snake, not a live snake."
"Are you talking about...the snake that can baba?"
"Can Baba Snake? What is it? Where is it?" she asked with a frown.
"It's gone now, let the duck we raised eat it in one bite."
"Girl, I almost forgot. I have something else to ask you for help. Today is the first day of July. In two days, won't you be going to the Snake King Temple?"
She nodded.
I said: "When you arrive at the Snake King Temple, if someone named Zhao asks you if you have seen me, just say that I was bitten to death by a poisonous snake in the woods and that my body is in the grass somewhere."
She raised her head and said, "I know you? Why do I have to say that for you?"
"this...."
"Because, girl, you are a beauty. Beauties are kind-hearted, so I think they will help me."
"I am a beauty...tell me what makes me beautiful."
She stared at me, and several snakes stood up high on the ground, hissing and spitting messages.
I have a feeling that if I say the wrong thing, the snake will bite me directly,
I thought for a while and said nervously: "First of all, you are very thin, and secondly, your facial features are actually very good-looking. If you can go to a big hospital to cure the pockmarks on your face, you will definitely become a beautiful woman. If you don't believe me, try it."
I've always been very good at judging people."
When she heard what I said, she laughed, she really laughed.
In addition, since entering the thatched house, I have never called her "snake girl" to her face. I always call her "girl, what are you doing?"
Because I guess she doesn't want to hear people call her that. Just like a person raising pigs, if someone calls someone a "pig girl", the person will definitely be unhappy. If you want to ask someone for help, you must respect others first. Such small details are all
Human nature.
When I suggested that she go to the hospital to treat pockmarks, she suddenly covered her mouth and laughed for a minute or two, then waved her hands and said, "It seems that you are in trouble. I can promise to help you. You can go."
"Excuse me, what do you call the girl? My surname is Xiang, Xiang Yunfeng."
"my name...."
"My name is... My name is... I don't have a name, please go." She still didn't say it.
Picking up my bag, I slowly backed away and came out of the thatched hut.
When I walked into the woods, I made up my mind.
This so-called snake girl should have parasitic disease. This disease is very common in the Zhanghu area. Because the ground here is hot and humid, she lives with live snakes all year round, and she drinks three cups of snake blood every day, so there is a high probability that
It's a parasitic disease. Otherwise, why would my eyes bulge and become so thin?
This is a bad habit. If you don't live in a jar and go to a big hospital for treatment, you will definitely live past the age of forty.
Our country is vast and rich in resources, and each region has corresponding regional folk customs. The Zhanghu Snake Girl has been passed down for many generations. Even if we persuade them, I guess it will be difficult for them to change their living habits.
Walking in the woods late at night, I didn't go back the way I came. Instead, I took out the local map from my bag and looked at it for a long time.
There are mountains to the east and west of Nancuo Forest. Wuyi Mountain is connected to the east, and the mountain connected to the west is called Milk Taro Mountain. It is said that a kind of taro with a milky taste is produced on the mountain. Going down from Milk Taro Mountain, there is an unknown person.
It's a small town. There must be cars passing through the town.
Putting down the flashlight, I unplugged the phone card and threw the phone away.
I changed my clothes and shoes on the spot, put on my hat, and threw my old clothes and shoes into the grass. Then I tied a flashlight to my head and picked up a snake-killing bamboo pole.
Externally, Xiang Yunfeng disappeared and was bitten to death by a poisonous snake. A snake girl agreed to testify for me.
Only two people know about this, one is the boss, and the other person who knows is the girl whose life I can entrust.
There is no moon in the sky, it is blocked by a layer of dark clouds, and it may rain again.
With my bag on my back and a bamboo pole in my hand, I kept tapping the lush grass under my feet and groping for my way.
Heading all the way west, towards Milk Taro Mountain.
